Sippin on Ciroc just like always

Let it go bae, why you always tryna take control?

I be running 'round the city with a brief case (Brrr ah)

Dollar bill stackin it gon' be a good day (ah)

Berkin on your shoulder, say you need it

Well you can keep it

Rollin with me, feel like you dreamin

Spending all your time with me is seamless

I'm over feeding, gotta be honest you're overeating

I'm in my bag (Uh huh)

My pockets they sag (Uh huh)

I roll that shit, I light that shit, I'm never gon' land (Uh huh)

I'm finna pack my bag (Uh huh)

First class, book in advance (Uh huh)

Jack on the rocks, get to picking like a lock while I'm flying to France

I'm flying to France

These peasants, they think they can mess with me

I got a house in the hills up in Beverly

Walking these halls alone give me the chills practically killing my tendencies

Knife on the end of the AK make me wanna kill

If you couldn't tell

I feel like trinity, but I don't kill in threes, I go on killing sprees

Taking they girls, they give me the remedy

Gotta be kidding me

I wouldn't fuck these hoes if they wasn't feeling me

That's just the thing, they always feeling me

It's either they feel me or they feel the money

I'm coming, I'm running, put dick in her tummy

I'm totting on tommy guns, this shit is funny

I'm making these buckets while causing a ruckus

They call me the miracle mummy that's wearing Givenchy

Sippin on Ciroc just like always

Let it go bae, why you always tryna take control?

I be running 'round the city with a brief case (Brrr ah)

Dollar bill stackin it gon' be a good day (ah)

Berkin on your shoulder, say you need it

Well you can keep it

Rollin with me, feel like you dreamin

Spending all your time with me is seamless

I'm over feeding, gotta be honest you're overeating

I'm breaking it down

I'm selling the pounds

Yeah

I wielding rounds

It gon' take more than one gun to run this town

I'm ripping 'round corners

I'm stepping on Jordan's

I'm feeling important

Shout out my producer, he came over borders

I'm praying to god he don't get deported

I'll give him a job to keep this shit sorted

Got the dead presidents in my pocket I feel like a morgue

A little to curious, you ain't George

I gather the green and I count up some more

So step aside

I'm feeling right, while sipping rye

Sit your cute ass in this ride, so we can go for a ride

Well now your mine

Connect the bind, and dot your I's

You feel the lump on my pants, it's not my dick it's a nine

You feelin nice

I feel alright

You feel alright

Now I'll be sippin on this liquor till the end of the night

The end of the night

Sippin on Ciroc just like always

Let it go bae, why you always tryna take control?

I be running 'round the city with a brief case (Brrr ah)

Dollar bill stackin it gon' be a good day (ah)

Berkin on your shoulder, say you need it

Well you can keep it

Rollin with me, feel like you dreamin

Spending all your time with me is seamless

I'm over feeding, gotta be honest you're overeating